Jim Jones: Spanish fly

I seen it all from a player's eyes (mack)Look at this world from my latest ride (Benz)We knock 'em all if you let this slide (that's right)This how you ball if you a major guy (whoa)With alcohol and a hazy highThe city lights in the jaded skyI had this girl, wanna make her mineI can't lie, I was interested in her (what happened)We shared a bed in the club, and even crept to dinner (Miami)It's such a funny situationCause I knew she had a man in the ave. by reputation (what's what)I get around (okay) I'm just a product of my occupation (so what)I asked her number and she contemplated (what happened)I'm losin patience (uh-huh) and it's startin to get flagrant (so what)Seize the moment or forever regret itThree in the mornin and I'm stressin to catch her (you know I need that)Creepin up on her and applyin the pressureMe and my homey A don't think I can get her, uhh, but[Chorus: Chico DeBarge]It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazinSmokin gettin high with the daisyThinkin 'bout makin you my lady, maybeYou're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasureSlow hit it from the back, I do it betterShe left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her[Jim Jones]You seekin love is watchin movies on and off the stations (hell no)Those commercials was our intermissions (for what)For the {?} and the tongue-kissin (what else) and one instanceTurns some heated touchin to some freaky fuckin (just get it)My situation is a bit of troubleSee this affair is a bit of struggleAnd my persona and my thuggish moralsThat was enough to start a lover's quarrelSince she had a man but he wasn't loyal (I hear that)Got loose enough just to open up (then what)It be the mornin 'fore he sober up (twisted)I call the shit like Punky Brewster (what?)And she never met a thug looserStar nigga party with the snub shooter (bang bang)My thug True is probably posted in backWe party hard, get so crazyAnd we smoke and drink 'gnac (we ain't never scarred)I'm tryin to slide in the night on some smutty sexNiggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet[Chorus][Jim Jones]It's gettin nervous now (why) cause the word in town (was what)Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin 'roundIn your Beemer merkin 'round (err) foreplay in the hallwaysSo now we hit the house and pull the curtains down (close that curtain)We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smokeSmack your ass when you walk, when fuckin I grab and you joke(Have sex at night) As we lay and we chillYour crib, nice apartment, who's payin the billsThis type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed(That's that Harlem shit) Like {?} shot in "Paid in Full"This is not a movie script, some of my truest shitSelfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mindWhen this nigga gone and missin (play the rules)Wishin she mine, I'm knowin that she'll never be (never be)This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be (ever be)I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto BNiggaz beepin my phone to ask me did I get her yet[Chorus] - to fade